I look into the broken pieces
Of the mirror upon the floor...
From contemplation to conviction
Vows to valleys of addiction...
The sense of you my angel
Is so full with pure passion...
I'm so confused
Crazy as it may seem...
Coming into a world of ups and downs
People laugh as you give a frown...
Is there a reason why i am classified as a...
or why just because you wear to much black, your...
You've caught a butterfly
And have kept it in a jar...
It's like a needle in the palm of your hand
But it, like most other dispicable things...
Once upon a time I found this little bird
laying there injured, looking absurd...
I try to be optimistic
about my future, but it seems...
Notorious to the dim-wit that tries,
Openly stating his half-witted lies...
The object of maturity
does not lie in seniority...